Whenever we visit IBS, we are met by bright, positive, eager young men and women who want their lives, and the lives of their families, to be different. And better. There is poverty, yes. But there in no poverty mentality. Continue reading Letters from Bharat; from mud to marble
It’s 7:30 in the morning in Makiabari, the small mountain village in the Darjeeling area where we have arranged home … Continue reading Letters from Bharat: morning in the mountains
We Americans, we love our tasks. But they love each other, in a way that pushes the clock out of the foreground.
Continue reading Letters from Bharat; waiting in Mumbai
In Mumbia one is immediately struck by the contrasts. Either that or the chaotic traffic, with the constant honking of … Continue reading Letters from Bharat: Mumbia
What I can teach is to withhold judgment, pay more attention, extend grace. And I can be changed. Continue reading Letters from Bharat
Even in its most secular manifestations, Christmas reminds us that there is something more. It is is indeed a Holy Day. Continue reading Jingle bell time is a swell time
Like most of the old hymns, “Hark the Herald Angels Sing” tells us things about God, not about ourselves or our needs. Continue reading what the herald angels sang